Out of Sight

at the break of day-

the sounds of the night,
slowly return to their places out of sight-

the caw of a crow in the trees-
stirs life amidst the sweet morning breeze.

the bird swoops and dives-
as the many people rise,
to continue with their lives.

some to work, some to play-
some still want for yet another day.

thou, to view this all from above,
one would not see the hardships or love.

only sounds and sights of a day,
until the sun has shown it’s last ray.

and as night returns and people retreat,
their hearts may yearn for a life yet complete-

there may be some who will sleep-
and those that will rise,

to continue not or again-
the journey of their lives.